Black Ice

Caked in snow Brandr headed back into Abaven territory panting.  He shook his coat out roughly Brandr watched with amusement as the boy turned toward him, ears folding back in caution. Well, it was good that he reacted that way. After all, Brandr was a stranger for the moment. The boy scented the air and as soon as he realized Brandr was of Abaven he bounded forward. Brandr grinned. One of the things he was enjoying most about Abaven was the spunk of the pups that lived here. The adults seemed to keep to themselves but the pups were always willing to greet him and talk to him. "Hello Tyranis. I'm Brandr, one of Abaven's hunters. I was out scouting for signs of prey, would you like to join me?" He had no idea what Tyranis was studying to be but he hoped his company wouldn't be to boring and if the boy was only out for a walk perhaps he wouldn't mind tagging along.